Despite Derek's long history of not trusting and not caring Elena Stark manages to gain his trust and he falls for her hard. But when the hunters declare war against the supernatural and a mysterious creature attacks innocents their trust in one ano...
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Not caring if there's half naked or even completely nude boys I enter the locker room immediately finding my uncle talking to Isaac and Scott. I can see he's devastated, worried, he doesn't want to do his Sheriff duties he wants to search for his son. I want to go search for him too, I'm convinced it's Gerard and if he so much as lays a hand on Stiles....
"-He's jeep is still in the parking lot and that means...." My uncle trails off and I stand next to Scott who sends me a worried glance.
"I don't know what that means... umm." He says and I look down the image off Stiles dead making me nauseous and dizzy, I stumble slightly and Scott steadies me. He doesn't take his hand from my upper arm, probably to keep me from falling over.
"Look if he answers is phone, if he answers is e-mails...if either one of you see him..."
"We'll call you." Isaac says.
"Look he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something, we'll find him." Scott says and I clench my jaw glaring at the ground, damn right we'll find him and we'll kill whoever did this.
"Yeah, yeah....I'll see you ok?" My uncle says and then looks at me.
"I'll be right back." I tell Scott and I leave with my uncle the two of us walking out into the hall.
"He wouldn't just disappear like that." My uncle says and I hate to admit he's right.
"Stiles is....he's very smart Uncle, he'll be alright." I say though I'm trying to convince myself more than him.
"I'll speak to everyone and ask them to keep an eye out for Stiles, I'll try to call him again, I'll..." I falter the image of Stiles bloody, bruised, broken body flashing through my mind and I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them again and I sigh.
"Yeah I'll do what I can too and ....let me know if.."
"I will." I say and my uncle gives me a hug and I don't push him away.
"We'll find him." I say and my uncle pulls away walking down the hall, I take a deep breath and then walk back into the locker room.
"Listen I..." My sentence disappears as I stare at the two men with their backs turned to me. The one is Derek and the other, they both turn around and my eyes immediately form a glare.
"You slimy son of a bitch." I hiss.
Running to Peter tackling him to the ground I repeatedly punch him through the face ignoring the pain in my hands. A pair of strong arms wraps around me lifting me off of Peter and moving backwards away from him. I flail my arms and kick around yelling at whoever is holding back to let me go.
"Why the bloody hell aren't you dead?" I hiss finally calming down, I'm more than positive my actions aren't truly supported by my hatred for him but by the stress and anger I'm receiving from Stiles being missing.
